Jiang Ci came in again soon. He glanced at Song Shaoyan and then at Ning An.

"Why don't you look at him?" Jiang Ci saw her staring at the glass on the bedside table, "He has been lying on the bed for more than a week."

"What are you looking at him for?" Ning An raised his head and looked at Jiang Ci, "I've had enough of him."

Jiang Ci: "..."

"Why don't you take off his mask and let me see it." Ning An's eyes were filled with stubbornness.

"The mask is his life. After he found out that he was disfigured, he even smashed the mirrors at home." Jiang Ci said, "If I take it off, he won't be able to chop off my hands when he wakes up."

"He's not awake yet." Ning An dismissed it.

"..." Jiang Ci looked at the sky, "Sister-in-law, can you talk to him properly? He's already like this, why are you adding salt to his wounds? He cares a lot about his appearance, and you're hurting him by doing this.

."

"You only allow him to hurt me, but don't allow me to hurt him? Jiang Ci, do you understand how much he hurt me five years ago? Since you don't understand, you have no right to criticize me."

Jiang Ci: "..."

It's all my father, he can't afford to offend me.

"I don't know if I don't understand. He is a patient now. It's not good for you to bully a patient." Jiang Ci frowned.

"Didn't you say he was going to die?"

"It's not written in the medical record, it just came back from the rescue."

"You're going to die, why are you afraid of being looked at?" Ning An looked at Jiang Ci without fear. Jiang Ci was the same as Song Shaoyan.

"Aren't you afraid of nightmares?"

"Meeting Song Shaoyan is my nightmare."

Jiang Ci: "..."

There was nothing to say in an instant.

Ning An turned her head and looked at Song Shaoyan's silver-white mask. The mask shone with a cold luster in the light, without any warmth.

The water in the hanging bottle was still ticking and falling, and there was no sound in the ward.

Jiang Ci put his hands in the pockets of his casual pants and looked at Ning An calmly.

Just watch it, just don't scare her.

He has prescribed medicine to Song Shaoyan in the past few years, but he doesn't know if Song Shaoyan is of any use. If he keeps using it, his appearance will be restored to some extent.

Ning An's hand reached for Song Shaoyan's mask.

"Ning'an, when I first saw him, he was covered in blood and had a lot of splinters on his legs. Many of the workers who went to the mine together died before they could be sent to the hospital, but he is still alive. My teacher

He said that he has a strong will to survive and a good self-rescue ability, which is why he can survive." Jiang Ci's voice sounded unhurriedly, calm and without too much emotion, "But now, he can't do anything.

However, a small fever left him with no sense of survival at all, he didn't wake up for a long time, and even suffered cardiac arrest several times."

Ning An's hands were hanging in the air. This was the first time she heard Jiang Ci say these things.

After a while, she sneered: "Do you know why?"

"Um?"

"He's pretentious."

"..."

After saying that, Ning An reached out and took off his mask.

Taking a deep breath, she had actually been mentally prepared for it. The worst thing would be to have her whole face ruined.

But Ning'an knew that it was not that serious. Several times, she could vaguely see Song Shaoyan's profile and chin outline, which were smooth and smooth, just like before.

She is not a little girl anymore, and her mental capacity is not that bad.
Chapter completed!